[crawls out of dark abyss]
All right, so here's what's happened to ME these past couple of weeks:
-At the top of the list, my baby brother graduated from Plano Senior High School with Honors and in the top 2% of his class. He's going to Stanford. And while I have never been prouder of him, I'm still a little jealous, since my grades sucked this semester. Although it was kinda weird sitting in the stands. And having to sit there while they called all 1112 names. Larger than our class of 1056. [blaaaaah...] I also got to cheer for my four other "brothers": Stephen, Eric, Tony, and Kenny. God, they grew up fast...or maybe that's just because I see them at Christmas and during the Summer...Asian boys are NOT supposed to get taller than 6'4! [shakes head] But I love them, and was proud of them. And extremely glad to get out of there when they called Amanda Zoot.
-I got a job! [cue heavenly host and parting clouds] I am going to be the newest waitress at Chili's on Park here at my parents' place. Yes, this means I will more than likely be living with them for the summer. But we dug through enough of the muck and mire to make life passable, and since I have a job and intentions for summer school, they can't gripe. What happens with the school year depends on how much money I make and whether I can transfer to another store closer to UNT. And if there's someone desperate enough for a roommate when that time rolls around, hopefully I'll be able to contribute to SOMETHING monetary.
-I can speak, but my singing voice is nil. Yeah, my range? Gone. I'm thinking it IS laryngitis and I need a new doctor who will actually examine me for the money I pay. Yeah.
To all my friends who've checked in on me or inquired about my existence on this earth, I AM IN FACT ALIVE. Qeisa, alhamdulalah, la? [kicks self back into English] Once I actually start work and get my schedule in gear, there will be nothing keeping me from hanging on my off days with the family I have come to know and love. YOU ARE NOT GETTING RID OF ME THIS EASY! [insert evil laugh here] Ahem. Well, at least you know I'm not depressed, right?
Here's some of the best *hopeful tentative* news: If my training does not last through Monday, I MAY be able to convince my parents to let me come out for Memorial day and be a gypsy one last time for the season. If it's okay with everybody else...[puppy eyes] Please pray. Hard.
[much love]
-At the top of the list, my baby brother graduated from Plano Senior High School with Honors and in the top 2% of his class. He's going to Stanford. And while I have never been prouder of him, I'm still a little jealous, since my grades sucked this semester. Although it was kinda weird sitting in the stands. And having to sit there while they called all 1112 names. Larger than our class of 1056. [blaaaaah...] I also got to cheer for my four other "brothers": Stephen, Eric, Tony, and Kenny. God, they grew up fast...or maybe that's just because I see them at Christmas and during the Summer...Asian boys are NOT supposed to get taller than 6'4! [shakes head] But I love them, and was proud of them. And extremely glad to get out of there when they called Amanda Zoot.
-I got a job! [cue heavenly host and parting clouds] I am going to be the newest waitress at Chili's on Park here at my parents' place. Yes, this means I will more than likely be living with them for the summer. But we dug through enough of the muck and mire to make life passable, and since I have a job and intentions for summer school, they can't gripe. What happens with the school year depends on how much money I make and whether I can transfer to another store closer to UNT. And if there's someone desperate enough for a roommate when that time rolls around, hopefully I'll be able to contribute to SOMETHING monetary.
-I can speak, but my singing voice is nil. Yeah, my range? Gone. I'm thinking it IS laryngitis and I need a new doctor who will actually examine me for the money I pay. Yeah.
To all my friends who've checked in on me or inquired about my existence on this earth, I AM IN FACT ALIVE. Qeisa, alhamdulalah, la? [kicks self back into English] Once I actually start work and get my schedule in gear, there will be nothing keeping me from hanging on my off days with the family I have come to know and love. YOU ARE NOT GETTING RID OF ME THIS EASY! [insert evil laugh here] Ahem. Well, at least you know I'm not depressed, right?
Here's some of the best *hopeful tentative* news: If my training does not last through Monday, I MAY be able to convince my parents to let me come out for Memorial day and be a gypsy one last time for the season. If it's okay with everybody else...[puppy eyes] Please pray. Hard.
[much love]